Brick Brooke
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- Parts 2
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Aug 12, 2018
TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, lots...LOTS OF BLOOD, And idk other trigger-y stuff I guess
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Brooke was far from a normal fourteen year old. Her legs and arms were decorated with scars and bandages, she wore a grey v-neck t-shirt with faint blood stains and jean-shorts. Short black hair with purple streaks through it. She lost one of her eyes from trying to stop a fight between her blood parents when she was seven, and wears a blood stained eye-patch over it. She had congenital analgesia, a disease that prevents her from feeling any physical pain, but she still had emotions.
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